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Masters Playce
Damn! Real big statchew but it no move. Udder tings don’t work either like the big thiggamajig in the steam room. Things here take power, i like power too. Big bowldrs crush de metal tings. Kinda hopin it was a big boy I could chop makin da mess.
Den ders a speyeder statchew! I was really freaked out. It talks, but dayum.
After lookin round a-wile, snips says kornits wur heer. Den he startd singin….he aint rite sumtimes. Found a cave. Playce was full of rusty bugs, furie nastie cornits, and a whole buncha angree roks. I did sum gud choppin. Never was smashed by kornit but a god showed up and boom! Problum solvd.
We found the master. He was sick. We got him home. He died. Statchews don’t cry but mebbe this tyme he got clos. We worked and fixed stuff to keep busee.
I know this: deth coms for us all. I make that thot make me stronger inside
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